We began on Terra,
millions of years ago. Today, mankind stretches out among the stars
of the Milky Way, touching thousands of worlds, as far from our home
as Clan space, more than 2,000 light-years distant. Yet who are we,
really? What have we become in our relentless push outward and
onward? I’m Bertram Habeas, and tonight, let’s find the answers to
these and many other fascinating questions together, as we tour the
stars!
Volume XXXV: Epitaph for a Realm
By the mid 3060s, the Free Worlds League’s troubles seemed all
but lost to the haze of history. The Marik Civil War was but a
memory. Thomas Marik, rightful heir to the realm (or so everyone
thought) sat upon his throne on Atreus, secure in the rejuvenated
power of the Captain-Generalcy, while a growing splinter faction of
ComStar, the Word of Blake, lobbied to make him their Primus in
Exile. The alliance with Sun-Tzu Liao, once a crutch to ward off
FedCom ambitions, no longer seemed important as the mighty
Steiner-Davion alliance had collapsed, and the ever-present threat
of the Clans, even with the end of the Invasion, had kept the realms
of the Inner Sphere dependent on the League’s arms trade. Even the
chronic threat of internal strife had become a waning memory, at
least on the surface, as all lauded the Captain-General, who—with
his vaunted Knights of the Inner Sphere—seemed wholly devoted to the
causes of peace across the Inner Sphere and honor when battle was
joined.
The casual outside observer even had to envy the League for its
remarkable stability in the turbulence of the 3060s. As these years
saw the closing shots of the Clan wars, the First Dominion/Combine
War, the St. Ives/Capellan conflict, the FedCom Civil War, and all
its attendant side-wars, the League saw no major political or
military threats in this time. Yet within the very heart of this
realm, a time bomb of politics, fanaticism, hatred, and desperation
was ticking. Even though some evidence remains today that the
Blakists probably did not plan the start of the Jihad as such, they
continued to maneuver in secret even among themselves, dark and
sinister elements aligning for a moment that should have brought
untold glory under the new Star League.
Unfortunately for the Word, their prophesied ascent ended
abruptly when the assembled leaders of the Inner Sphere—minus
Sun-Tzu Liao, the Capellan Chancellor who’d already declared his
intent to withdraw—admitted the new Star League was a sham. Rather
than prevent wars, their alliance had actually facilitated some, and
with many member realms too battered by waves of recent fighting to
fulfill their obligations to the new SLDF, the organization simply
served no more useful purpose. Thus did the leaders abandon their
attempted revival of the vaunted Star League.
Every Inner Sphere schoolchild knows the rest, of course. . . .
The first strike, they say, was Outreach, but only by a few
hours, and then only because the Word truly believed the
[Wolf’s] Dragoons to be a threat after years of fighting in
the [Chaos] March. Before 28 November was out, however, the
skies over New Avalon, Tharkad, and Luthien were ablaze with
the heat plumes of inbound DropShips covered by a torrent of
orbit-to-surface fire from WarShips, which materialized as if
from nowhere.
Lots of people liken the Jihad to the Amaris Crisis or the
First Succession War, because the Blakists showed no
hesitation in using nuclear weapons, biochemical agents, or
even compromising vital life-support systems on marginal
worlds. However, there is one fundamental difference of note:
Unlike the Usurper’s troops or the armies of the Great Houses,
the goal of the Word was never conquest, but terror and
destruction. Outreach was sterilized, not held. Avalon City
was pummeled to the point where it simply became a ghost town
battlefield. Tharkad was poisoned by a cloud of radiation from
its failed reactor. The Word’s troops lingered in few of these
areas, and then only to tie up forces and sow more chaos.
Atreus may have taken it worse, though, for those who dealt
out their destruction were the very troops once regarded as
the cream of the Free Worlds League military. Coupled with the
Blakist agents who bombed Parliament and the Captain-General’s
command center—killing most of the Knights of the Inner
Sphere—with a lethal nerve agent, over half of the League’s
navy was on hand to bombard their own capital into dust. The
assault came fresh on the heels of the public revelation that
“Thomas Marik” was an impostor, placed on the throne by
ComStar during the troubled times of the Andurien crisis.
Ironically, the attackers’ most important target, the false
Thomas Marik himself, was spared from the assault, having
taken shelter even as the Parliament Ministers continued to
debate (among other things) the repeal of Resolution 288.
The sacking of Atreus was only the beginning. . . .
—Shaunna Verizi, Fractured States: Politics and the
(Former) Free Worlds League, Republic Press, 3099
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Word of Blake agents infiltrated all levels of the Free Worlds
League, having been permitted to do so by a decade and a half of
misplaced trust. They subverted countless League military units and
WarShips, adding them to the Blakists’ impressive arsenal. Thomas
Marik—or rather, the man who all believed to be Thomas Marik—was so
appalled by these actions that he attempted to turn on the Blakists,
only to bring the wrath of the Jihad upon his own realm. When the
zealots and their allies assaulted Atreus in 3068, the attack was
their most decisive yet, for it did more than wipe out the
governmental heart of the League, along with its most sterling
example of a noble military (in the form of the First Knights of the
Inner Sphere). It also immediately shattered all faith in House
Marik.
What followed next was, to many minds, inevitable. Bereft of
solid leadership and disillusioned by the treachery in their own
midst, the various substates of the League turned inward, each
frantically seeking its own security against the Jihad. The six
largest of these centered on the worlds of Regulus, Marik, Oriente,
Andurien, Tamarind, and Lesnovo, and while most would eventually
proclaim their rebirth as independent states under historic
boundaries, they would all eventually grow to encompass smaller
worlds and alliances, creating the six nations still present today.
Against the Word, they stood together, but no longer as well unified
as before. Indeed, Thomas Marik (Thomas Halas, after 3080) would be
forced into a kind of self-imposed exile on Oriente after the war’s
end, where he would remain under the care of his wife, Sherryl
Halas. Through the remainder of the Jihad, his actions would be
limited to intelligence support for the splintering League and for
Devlin Stone’s coalition against the Word, all his political clout
and accomplishments as a false Captain-General lost.
Meanwhile, the Word of Blake’s predations assured that these
separate provinces had more to worry about than coordinating against
the Blakist threat. Blakist troops, disguised as Marik forces,
assaulted the Lyran Alliance’s Skye region, prompting a reprisal
that kept the Stewart Commonwealth and Duchy of Tamarind occupied.
At the same time, every effort was made to replicate the effect for
Oriente and Andurien on the Capellan border. The communications
grid—seriously disabled across the shattered League—left most of the
fractured leadership completely in the dark. Though the remaining
loyal forces, including the Second Knights (whose last stand during
the doomed first counterassault on Atreus is legendary), fought
valiantly on every front, the Blakists simply had every advantage in
the war.
Victory would finally be purchased for most of the League by
warriors of Stone’s coalition and their own people’s willingness to
resort to the same level of barbarity as their attackers. Gibson,
for instance, once the heart of the Word, was “sanitized” as a world
in 3078 by a massed nuclear bombardment launched by free Regulan
forces. This action, one of the most brutal of the war, effectively
shattered the Word in the Free Worlds League, but also hammered the
last nail in the nation’s coffin. With the immediate crisis past,
Parliament destroyed, and all faith in the imposter lost, the
League’s provinces went their separate ways. Though they would
retain some diplomatic ties, mostly to coordinate mutual defense
against their less fractured neighbors, they would also compete for
the unclaimed worlds and smaller alliances scattered throughout the
former League territories.
And so fell the solidarity of House Marik and the unity it once
brought to the Free Worlds League. Over the years that followed,
miniature wars, against each other and their neighbors—Lyran,
Capellan, Periphery, and Republic—would characterize this turbulent
region of space where once a mighty economic and political power had
stood. Six large powers and around four-score unclaimed worlds now
are all that remain, each eking out its own existence day to day.
And yet, within these lost people there is still hope, for not
all believe that the Free Worlds League will remain dead. To some,
it is only a matter of time before the eagle becomes the phoenix,
rising again from its own ashes.
Up next, follow me as we tour the Marik-Stewart Commonwealth and
the Regulan Fiefs, two successors of the once-great Free Worlds
League. I’m Bertram Habeas.